I walk with a large hole in me.
No trust, no fire, lost in the drift.
I die by a thousand decisions.
No sweet spot, no love and no coherence finds it.
No bringing it into form. The fire is out.
This isn’t who you are.
Stop, just stop!
Don’t try to be other.
No one will come forward.
Stop looking. Stop trying.
Don’t believe what they say to you, promising community, promising solidarity.
No, no. It isn’t going to be different.
You are naked.
Only you can be the whole family, the whole community that you seek.
Look at me. Look at my eyes.
There is magic.
I have walked through fire.
Eternity is quiet….and is Now.
Become the swallow
Formless through forms.
Imagine – full of magic.
Live by perfume and sunlight.
No shadows left.
Letters to the Universe 